i watched a video of hit songs 2000-now and it was fun and nostalgic but the last song was blurred lines and i had to make eye contact with robin thicke :((((
ugh. ugh ugh ugh ugh
ok who wants to roleplay that it’s 1995
I AM SERIOUS WHO WANTS TO ROLEPLAY THAT IT’S 1995
I am seven years old. I like folding pieces of paper into “books” in which I write designs for video games
i’m five. i like reading, playing with lego and eating paper.
im six and im gonna mummify this dead bird i found
I’m ten. Whatever time I don’t spend sleeping, I’m probably reading. My mom is trying to coax me out of a book at the dinner table again. It’s not even that good, but I’m going to read the whole thing anyway.
i am also ten years old. i am curled up inside a bureau at the end of the second floor hallway reading with a maglite after telling my friend Lindsay that i am not interested in playing outside because reading. i am wearing a SWEET blue plaid flannel top with inexplicable ruffles tho.
i am eight, i am missing half of one of my front teeth due to a Wriggling accident, and i am wearing brightly coloured leggings. i am just beginning to comprehend that not everybody wants me to correct them about i) dinosaurs ii) punctuation but it will still be some years before i let that stop me
im three. im wearing blue sweatpants and a pink and white puffy jacket and im pushing a basketball around in a toy baby carriage by an empty field
depending on the part of 1995 i am either wholly nonexistent, a fetus, or a constantly yelling brunette infant. *gurgling*
im kind of forgetting what my personality is in this sudden total change of environment. the innate qualities that have been rising to the surface are “shy, rude, and awkward”